Yes I spit fire

Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires

Back through tha shanties and tha cities remains

Tha same bodies buried hungry

But with different last names

These vultures rob everyone

Leave nothing but chains

Pick a point here at home

And tha picture’s tha same

There’s a field full of slaves

Some corn and some debt

There’s a ditch full of bodies

To check for tha rent

There’s a tap, a phone, tha silence of stone

Tha numb black screen

That be feelin’ like home